The Boys Are Back In Town (Explicit)
Yung Gravy, Pouya, Ramirez, TrippyThaKid"The Boys Are Back In Town (Explicit)" é uma música de Yung Gravy, Pouya, Ramirez, TrippyThaKid, 2019, Pop. A música tem 2:16 de duração, 98 lines / 487 words.
Letra
0:12Ayy
0:12B***h I'm dead fresh
0:13I might pull up in a casket
0:15You be lookin' sweet like
0:16A f**kin' fruit basket
0:18Spit a couple raps
0:20I get a check and johnny cash it
0:22I smash it I let your
0:23Mama ride my sunglasses
0:24Don't think nobody gonna f**k
0:26With me like I do
0:27Look at me killin' it
0:28Motherf**kers always talkin'
0:28But d**nit I'm high too
0:30That means I don't give a f**k
0:31Yeah I wanna stunt
0:32I make your salary
0:33Thrice in a month
0:34I pay your daddy to
0:35Roll up my blunts
0:35And he blow your allowance
0:36To pay for my lunch
0:37You ain't with the s**ts
0:38You ain't with the s**ts
0:39You ain't with the s**ts
0:40You ain't with the s**ts
0:41RAMIREZ with your b***h woah
0:43Ride in the back of the
0:44Trunk with the pump
0:45With a mask covering my face
0:46Double the glock 'cause
0:46I rip through the flesh
0:47Inside of the cutty with
0:48Thing on my waist
0:49Kick in the door point
0:50Me to the safe
0:51F**kin' the posters up
0:51With all the bass
0:52Heat-seeking missiles
0:53I load up and hit you
0:54I carry the coffin and
0:54Drop it in grave ho
0:55You ain't with the s**ts
0:57You ain't with the s**ts
0:58You ain't with the s**ts
0:59You ain't with the s**ts
1:00Pouya with your b***h
1:01I'm in my zone I'm in my
1:03Element that's daily regiment
1:04I'm pullin' up to
1:05Gravy's mama's house
1:06With perfect etiquette lil' b***h
1:08Hey mom look the
1:09Boys are back in town
1:11Lil' b***h f**k that
1:12They been tryna kill me
1:13'Cause my bucks fat
1:14My new b***h so thick that
1:15I got lost up in the buttcrack
1:17I'm ready to give my guns back
1:19Hop back in the ring and I run that
1:20Rid of them off that love pack
1:22I'm 'bout to be gettin' my funds back
1:23Smokin' up on that swamp sack
1:25Cut back in the 'lac off the Prozac
1:26Pimpin' these b***hes
1:27I'm breakin 'em off as they hangin'
1:28Up off my nutsack
1:29Baby bone got a bone to pick with you yeah
1:32Hold up Ricky Bobby I'm jacked up
1:34On mountain dew yeah
1:36You ain't with the s**ts
1:37You ain't with the s**ts
1:38You ain't with the s**ts
1:39You ain't with the s**ts
1:40Trippy with your b***h
1:42Mozzarella marinara
1:44Put that s**t up on my pasta
1:45I just got the Panamera uh
1:47Only flexing 'cause I gots to
1:48Bought some d**e and made it water
1:50Shark boy Taylor lautner
1:52Come for your mother and daughter
1:53Puffin' the indica harder
1:55I just f**ked your b***h
1:56In the back of my '96 deville
1:58Woah woohoo
2:01B***h I'm dead fresh
2:02I might pull up in a casket
2:03You be lookin' sweet like a f**kin'
2:05Fruit basket
2:07Feel like I'm houdini
2:08When your sister let me smash it
2:10I dive up in the coochie
2:11Handcuffed for ten minutes
2:13Blindfolded then escape
2:14That's magic
2:16B***h
Ayy B***h I'm dead fresh I might pull up in a casket You be lookin' sweet like A f**kin' fruit basket Spit a couple raps I get a check and johnny cash it I smash it I let your Mama ride my sunglasses Don't think nobody gonna f**k With me like I do Look at me killin' it Motherf**kers always talkin' But d**nit I'm high too That means I don't give a f**k Yeah I wanna stunt I make your salary Thrice in a month I pay your daddy to Roll up my blunts And he blow your allowance To pay for my lunch You ain't with the s**ts You ain't with the s**ts You ain't with the s**ts You ain't with the s**ts RAMIREZ with your b***h woah Ride in the back of the Trunk with the pump With a mask covering my face Double the glock 'cause I rip through the flesh Inside of the cutty with Thing on my waist Kick in the door point Me to the safe F**kin' the posters up With all the bass Heat-seeking missiles I load up and hit you I carry the coffin and Drop it in grave ho You ain't with the s**ts You ain't with the s**ts You ain't with the s**ts You ain't with the s**ts Pouya with your b***h I'm in my zone I'm in my Element that's daily regiment I'm pullin' up to Gravy's mama's house With perfect etiquette lil' b***h Hey mom look the Boys are back in town Lil' b***h f**k that They been tryna kill me 'Cause my bucks fat My new b***h so thick that I got lost up in the buttcrack I'm ready to give my guns back Hop back in the ring and I run that Rid of them off that love pack I'm 'bout to be gettin' my funds back Smokin' up on that swamp sack Cut back in the 'lac off the Prozac Pimpin' these b***hes I'm breakin 'em off as they hangin' Up off my nutsack Baby bone got a bone to pick with you yeah Hold up Ricky Bobby I'm jacked up On mountain dew yeah You ain't with the s**ts You ain't with the s**ts You ain't with the s**ts You ain't with the s**ts Trippy with your b***h Mozzarella marinara Put that s**t up on my pasta I just got the Panamera uh Only flexing 'cause I gots to Bought some d**e and made it water Shark boy Taylor lautner Come for your mother and daughter Puffin' the indica harder I just f**ked your b***h In the back of my '96 deville Woah woohoo B***h I'm dead fresh I might pull up in a casket You be lookin' sweet like a f**kin' Fruit basket Feel like I'm houdini When your sister let me smash it I dive up in the coochie Handcuffed for ten minutes Blindfolded then escape That's magic B***h
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